Quotes About Vulnerability

She was messing with you, Jason. Taking advantage." "Yeah, kids are like predators. They sense weakness and pounce.

not all relationships end in pain. Once in a while it's worth trusting your instincts and taking a risk.

There's nothing safe about love. Commitment takes bravery because there is every chance you'll be badly hurt. Not ever getting involved, just moving from one experience to the next—that's the safe choice.

No one had ever told her that it was possible to be an adult and still feel as terrified as a child.

Secrets, she discovered, were clutter. They filled the space inside you and gathered dust. They stopped you connecting fully with people.

If a person is willing to lie to you once, how can you ever be sure they won't lie to you again? The trust was gone. If there's no trust between two people, what is there? No relationship is perfect. No matter how much love there is, there's a strong chance you're going to hit rocky times at some point. Life is unpredictable. It can throw out the unexpected and the challenging. Coping with that requires trust and honesty.

I don't want to lose my inhibitions." "You have inhibitions? Where are you hiding them?

Eva wasn't someone who valued emotional distance or personal space. She was like the puppy they'd rescued--affectionate, trusting, and tactile.

Cuando la gente conoce tus debilidades, te puede hacer daño

Los complejos son personales. Lo importante es que no debes tener miedo a dejar que la gente conozca tu verdadero «yo». En eso consiste tener intimidad con alguien.

Quand vas-tu enfin cesser de me causer des peurs pareilles ? Avant de te connaître, j'ignorais jusqu'au simple sens de ce mot.

Intimacy wasn't sex, she realized. It was knowing someone.

This is embarrassing." Hannah sniffed. "I'm too old to be crying on your shoulder." "You're never too old to cry on your dad's shoulder, although I have to admit I hate to see you cry.

Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.

Circe]: What is the matter? Does my kiss offend you? Do I have bad breath from hunger? Have I neglected to cleanse my sweaty armpits?

Our culture values perfect pictures of ourselves, mirage, over and above authentic connection. But we meet one another through the imperfect particular of our bodies. Imperfection calls out for affinity—for the beloved to say, I too am broken, but may I join you?

Part of peace-making is acknowledging that we can't know everything about ourselves, and sometimes we reveal things to others that we are not ready to accept.

That night both of us were ashamed. Not only showing our masochism but even worse, not being able to really do it well. We made love again in the bathtub and her halfhearted thrashing became a faded memory.

In order to "protect" ourselves by keeping our lives small and shutting out intimacies, we could actually be hurting ourselves, missing out on a transformative experience of the heart, and sabotaging our small but crucial contribution to making peace.

The traumatized person's sense of their ability to protect themselves has been damaged or destroyed. They feel endangered, even if there is no actual danger in the present, because in the past they have experienced profoundly invasive cruelty and they know it is possible.

This was the feeling that Ms. Hempel couldn't shake: a conviction that she spent her days among people at the age when they are most purely themselves. How could she not be depleted when she came home, having been exposed for hours, without protection, to all those thrumming radiant selves? Here they were, just old enough to have discovered their souls, but not yet dulled by the ordinary act of survival, not yet practiced in dissembling.

I'm sorry you aren't as brave as you thought you were. But don't punish me because of it.

The jury had persuaded themselves that he was decent, because they had wanted to think that in his shoes they would have been decent too. They had no idea how decency, loyalty, courage, how it all shrivelled away when one was frightened.

I have been being careful since the first minute I saw you. I am the Queen of Carefulness. I shall go on being careful for ever, if you like - so long as I might be a bit reckless, sometimes, when we are quite alone